My life has been pretty shitty. Ever since my powers came, which was the absolute best time ever. I was at a stupid little 12-year-old party, and we began to play spin the bottle. I spun the bottle, and it landed on the most gorgeous boy my eyes have every seen, his name was Evan, and I had the biggest crush on him. I thought that after he had kissed me, he would instantly fall in love with me. We would be high school sweethearts and have beautiful babies together and live happily ever after. 

Throughout my 12 years on this planet, I was already a little suspicious that I had some sort of powers.  When I was about seven, my hair turned raven black when my mom was blonde, and my dad was a brunette. Sometimes it would even change between black and white, which confused me and everyone I knew.  Whenever I touched people's bare skin, they would always tell me that they were tired. I always just thought I was an emotionally draining person, and I had accepted that fact as a 10-year-old.

I guess me being all flustered brought my heart rate up a little too much and my powers had manifested into this soul-sucking demonic gift bestowed upon me. I still remember his face 13 years later to this day. When he pressed his lips softly against mine, I had kept one eye open just to make sure this was actually happening, that it wasn't just a dream. His face drained of colour as if all the life had been sucked out of him. Not only was his lips touching mine but he was holding my hand. His body went limp, and he fell to the ground. A gasp erupted out of my throat, and everyone quickly got up and crowded around him in a circle.

Some people yelled out his name, shaking him hoping he would wake up but when he didn't his best friend slapped him in the face. His eyes jolted open, and colour slowly began to claim his face again. Our eyes met, and a look of absolute horror and disgust made its way onto his face. 

"How did you do that?" His voice erupted into the quiet room, everyone's eyes shot to me. I still hadn't moved from my spot from where he kissed me. "You monster! What are you some demon? GET OUT OF MY HOUSE AND DON'T EVER COME NEAR ME." 

I looked at my two best friends for help, but they were standing next to him. They hadn't tried to intervene or defend me; they just sat there in shock. I ran out of the house and down the street. Tears sprung out of my eyes, and my lungs began to burn, but I just kept running all the way until I got to my house, which was three blocks away. I saw my house in the distance, and I began sprinting. I slammed the door shut and ran upstairs into my tiny bedroom. I jumped onto my bed and started sobbing my heart out. 

After that day until well into my teens, I was scared shitless of myself and what I could do to people. I tried going back to school, but the news had spread about my deadly gift and within a week I was homeschooled. My friends never talked to me after that, and I hadn't made friends for a long time. 

I learned how to control my powers around when I was 16, only sucking the life out of someone on cue. I became stronger after every kill like I needed their life coursing through my veins. My very own brand of heroine. Every time that rush hit me, I needed more of it. After a couple of days after my feed, my hair would turn stark white, and I would become very weak. By 16 I could control when I take their energy and how much, but often I found myself being greedy and taking every drop of life out of them, leaving them a dead heap on the dirty floor of an empty alleyway.

The day after I turned 18 I ran away from my little home in suburbia and moved to Gotham City where I made a new friend. I became friends with Ivy very quickly, mainly because I wanted somewhere to sleep but she as somewhat kind. After settling in I found myself working for Fish Mooney as her little killer. The pay was alright but I concluded that I don't enjoy working for someone, so I became a vigilante of sorts. 

I began to work off the grid and people paid good money for my service. I would get a paycheck and then I would find the person, usually men and seduce him. I let the old men believe that a beautiful young girl would want them for that night, I would pretend to hang onto every word they said, letting them think I found them intriguing,  promising a fun evening. They would take me up into their high rise apartments, I move them to the bedroom and suck every bit of energy they possessed, leaving them dead in their bed. I would take a little trophy like their wives earrings or their watch and leave. 

By the time I had hit my 20th kill I had begun to feel no remorse and the only emotion I felt was power, which can get very addicting. I had made a name for myself in the city; the people started to call me 'Siren,' as I would lure men and kill them just as sirens use to do to pirates. 

Have I pulled at your heartstrings yet? It's alright; I'm not going to talk about my story anymore. I guess you want to find out how I got into Belle Reve right? Well, it happened the only time I ever worked with someone else. I've never been one for teamwork and thought I would change since it meant big bucks, 1 million to be exact. I shouldn't have listened to that little voice in my head telling me to do good; it never seems to work out for me. An anonymous person willing to pay me millions asked me to got to a charity ball and worked with Deadshot. 

Deadshot and I go way back; he was a friend I had made when I was beginning my independent work. He was like a mentor and big brother. We hadn't worked together before this incident because we both believed not to mix work with friends, never ends well. Oh, and it didn't end well at all.

I would manage the floor and take down anyone important out on cue. Deadshot would shoot down the rest of the targets. Easy money right? It turns out someone must have called the bat because as soon as the plan came into action within 5 minutes, he was chasing after me. Deadshot ran, and I got blamed for the whole thing. The fact that Deadshot had left me that day hurt like a bitch, I get he has a daughter and whatever but I gave him my trust and he broke it. 

I was thrown in Belle Reve and hadn't seen the light of day in a year since.

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Hey, guys! So that was Marina's back story, hope you liked. I'll hopefully be posting a chapter a week, but if I don't, it's because of all the tests and assignments I have right now.

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